Canvy groans and croaks from underneath the pile of rubble....Still alive he struggles to move with the weight on top of him. "Edrukkkkk! Hep me I'm here..... It was trapped!!....I'm..ouch..my leg ... ooooh!" as he moves you clearly hear that his is hurt,

Canvy stares at Broccan's joke, his face a hardened mask. "Well, it's best us seasoned fighters save you young 'uns for the biggest fights eh! Though a little more of the magical bandaging wouldn't go amiss." He coughs once more, having ingested more of the cloud of dust, spitting it out in a grey and red globule on the ground.

He points along the shore to another door to the south along the beach, "There, that might be a quieter entrance away from all this dust."

Feeling the 3 pulses of healing energy Canvy perks up more and with a wink to Erine says, "You know, that wand seems to work much better when its warmed up a bit. The last shots worked far better than just bandages."

He shakes his leg, takes in some deep breathes and makes windmils with his arms. Spitting phlem from his mouth, the blood seems to have dried up and there is no red streaks in the white spittle. "Good, let's get on again. So is it south?" and he checks his armor and weapons.

Canvy leads them do towards the southern door. He stops when he gets to it, Ready? he looks the door up and down, checking everything is in place, before listening then opening it. He is weary, after having just fallen foul of a trap.

Edrukk looks around at his companions, trying to decide between healing them or hurting the hidden archers. Without looking at everyone's csheet, I don't know who got hit and who didn't. Everyone still in good shape? Not looking for a detailed analysis, but for a quick-glance check.

Throw the potion in a slot near the voices. I will try and determine who and or what is shooting at us when I toss this next bomb. Continue to use precise bombs to exclude the squares on this side of the wall.